Seasons are passing so quickly. One turning into another. Lives lived. Lessons learned.
This morning, the last of the dyepot(poet) water. Continuing. With an older idea, the more intentional ecoprint. Considering again, the redefinition of patchwork. Without seams. I'v been hovering here for a while now, show and tell soon. This time and once again inspired by the ever InspirationalIndia Flint. It is out of place for me to teach this. For an introduction to bundling. You might consider this. Learn. Respect. Support. And take it from there. Which is the gentle natural order of things. At least in my (unwritten) book.
Today, I noticed and loved how the morning light made a little story more obvious. How cloth can soften hard lines simply by the way it falls. Because it can.
I thought again how cloth softens me. How that has happened. How I might learn again from that.
The curtain climber is wild today. Must be the wind.
Continued from here. Just patchwork unrolled. New thoughts over old.
Let it become.
Didn't sleep at all last night. Not tired at all this morning. I seem to be floating between night and day in a new way. I think something new is giving me rest. Maybe Considering is some sort of nutritional supplement. Or is it REconsidering? I need both. They obviously feed me.
I am thinking about story today. Each time you tell it it becomes new.
Over night there was fading and curling. I wonder if it made noise I couldn't hear. I love how the Grape leaned over to touch Sassafras.
The serious stray that has been moving So Slowly has become caught up in it all. It was change that drove my selection of leaves. How every one was unique. A different little splendid Journey. Yet changing all the same.
It is possible, that even though moving slow seems to not change fast enough for us sometimes, that moving slow is the one way to capture the essence of it. Hold it. Understand the how of it. Change.
Fired up. Dye po(e)ts are brooding. My dyeing these days has no calculation or expectation. I just gather what I have, what I find. And put it in a couple of old copper pots. I add water. I add cloth. Once it is necessary to stay warm, the stove is hot, the pots are always heated. No mold grows. No measure. No worry. Cloth eventually gets colored. It stays as long as it does. Often times until I need it.
I burned the middle finger of my stitching hand, tending the fire this morning. But not before I stitched up another nine patch. A softer one. I used some pomegranate dyed cotton from last winter. I noted the kindness in the natural color.
So a sore finger will keep me from sewing today. But it won't stop me from going in my mind. And measure is on my mind.
How,over time, it becomes more. Or Less. A sense of something. How it all becomes a sort of personal math. Another kind of Natural Order. How oneself might become so much a part of the equation.
Well. Late in the evening, yesterday, the last day of August, there was enough rain to sail a boat here. The roof in the studio leaked, but today all is quenched. Water has gone deep. It was a dry season.Toodry. Yesterday. A HOT day, there was also melon hunting and melon eating. They are small but sweet. The late turn towards heated days has helped the ripening. After one of the coolest summers on record, looks like Indian Summer will take hold and the transition will be like an extra summer here in the woods by the sea.
Above, the first photo, the first of the basket prints waiting for stitch.
For a plant printed series planned for Autumn days before the winter chill. I will stitch them when it gets too cold to be outside. The green is from fresh indigo leaves. I only grew a potful this year, just enough to play with.
I am working on my Autumn Newsletter so you might know more specifically what is on my mind this season. In general, I am still finishing the feather cloth which seems to need me a bit longer than expected. I am still engaged in Considering Weave which has given me new eyes. The shop is closed and for now the new shop in no shop. As I quietly cross over into September. Always my favorite month no matter how it goes. After The Shift, I will be opening a new opportunity for learning called Small Journeys. A way to look into my process, my thoughts, my heart. If you would like more information on what I am planning you can email me. Or simply wait until I gather myself together and make it official.